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I’ve been following the sad events in Florida where the building collapsed.
Initially, trained responders carefully dismantled the wreckage, seeking signs of life, and trying to save survivors. After a week without hearing noises, they are bringing in the heavy equipment to tear down what’s left standing.
When it comes to us, I realize that there’s nothing of my hopes that are left to save.
When I last visited, there were no signs of life. Not a soul to save or even a body left to recover.
I needed to bring a trowel and a brush to sweep through the crushed fragments of that lost dream.
All is futile and striving against the wind.
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